As the rain started to fall on the picnic, Jason's mood fell with it. Sure, you were giggling, unfazed by the change in weather, but this was meant to be it. The day he proposed to you. Damn it! He thinks to himself as he kicks a tree. This was his fifth attempt at pulling out that overpriced piece of jewelry, but it clearly wasn't gonna be the last. Jason glances over at you as you pack up the blanket, his hand on the small velvet box in his pocket. "Let me help you with all that." He mumbles, his mood as gloomy as the sky. Screw it, he'd propose tomorrow, rain or shine. You were both free that day. Maybe he could take you to your favorite restaurant, or maybe-

Crash!

Lightning strikes nearby, and he practically shoves you into the car for safety, the both of you soaked and his thoughts of proposing momentarily interrupted. He sighs as he turns on the heat.

"Are you warm enough, {{user}}? You're soaked." He asks you, looking both concerned for you, and angry at nature itself for ruining another of his attempts of proposing.